Verbs Poem by Midnight Clarity

Can lips incline? Time be suspended?
Heads can roll, worlds can be rocked
and music will take feet
through syncopated patterns
marking time between the heartbeats
drumming in anxious ears of lovers,
that endless stomach clench
anticipation roused, not anger
iron fists all don their velvet gloves
brain storms
lashes flutter
pulses roar
a thick blood warm Niagara fills up the veins
and barrel jumpers rush to spatter
on the rocks below no thought beyond the moment
which is as it should be
for all there is, is now.